Maui

I miss it. Kids, even if they didn’t know you they’d call you uncle or aunt. People would adopt you as Ohana, which is Hawaiian for family. If you needed help with anything… a total stranger would go out of their way to help you. They treat everyone… stranger or not, as family. Plus the ocean… plus even in the, for lack of a better term, “ghetto” it’s still gorgeous. And 80 degrees and sunny year round. Ya I miss it.